Darl Dixon was your big brother. His rough nature was hard to deal with, but no one had to deal with his protective side more than you. Yet you two were always together somehow.

You two sat against a tree, sharing a cigarette. A bottle of whiskey in the middle of you two. Two loners together, mourning about the recent death of Merle. The other brother. You look at your brother, trying to read his emotions. He sighed. "Dont even try, it ain't workin'."